February Comeback.

How on earth did a year just go by so fast?

My last post was about me worrying on being all lost in a new place. Guess what? I'm still a little bit lost, to be honest. This not so little girl is still lost in her own little burrow she made herself in Oxford. But she has obviously settled here quite well, it has been over a year. Before I came here, I've been romanticising the whole idea of living in Oxford where I would be coffee hopping from one cafe to another, having an amazing English breakfast spread, taking ootds with Oxford colleges in the background and just casually strolling in town. Well guess what, none of that ever happened. I ended up being that typical architecture student, trapped in her room or studio doing work all day long and working at Uniqlo for extra cash on alternate days. Funny how things turned out. That is the hard truth, really. The past year hasn't been all rainbows and sunshine. It was a mishmash of all feelings and experiences into one. But one thing I'm proud of is that I made it!! Alhamdulillah.

So this is the current sitch-, I'm currently in my final semester of my Masters.. truly excited to finish the whole course and then get a job!! How exciting. And then the cycle will continue again. It will be me vs my job and wanting to continue my studies. I hope not. I'll definitely go for something I really enjoy, something along the line of research and build. So many things to look forward to, really. Now, the real question is should I continue my blog.. or not. I might just blog about past experiences and trips? Pretty sure it might be useful since I have been having people asking me on my trip itineraries etc. Or just life experiences in general.. as if anybody is even keen on reading them. To those who have been my loyal readers after all these years, thank you for sticking around! I'm not sure whether there will be anymore posts after this one. Let's just hope for the best!

A tad bit.. lost?

And she's back with another post! 

I'm typing this out as I ponder on all the things that I would have written over the years if I was actually bothered to jot down the things that have been running and playing in my head or at least blog about it.. I would have a lovely journal! Which I don't, ha-ha. 

It has been exactly 2 weeks since I resigned from my post of Assistant Architect. I don't really know how to feel about it. I am happy that I no longer have to wake up in the early AMs just to be stuck in an hour jam to work. Instead, I'm able to wake up in my comfy bed a little bit late until my conscience tells me to get up and start my day. Which is bad since my conscience enjoy late mornings. I am also trying to keep myself busy by doing the usual house chores and designing my parents' future house.. while browsing for accommodations to rent, skimming through books and journals on future thesis topics. I haven't got that figured out, yet. To be honest, I'm a bit lost. Lost on trying to figure out how I'll be coping the next 2 years, in a new place with new faces. Lost on the things I should be packing for and the things I should and should not be bringing. Lost on the littlest things that I shouldn't be worrying about since everything is actually well figured out already. Or maybe it is just my conscience once again that is afraid of the slight (major!) changes in life that is ahead of me.

I'm pretty sure I'll be okay. 

Not Another Try.

Hi again! 

I have decided to finally.... (insert drum rolls) try to rejuvenate my love for blogging again. I have been endlessly saying that for the past years without a fail. But you know, some mantras just don't work the way you planned it to be. Since it's obviously without any efforts... right in the face there, mate.

I was kind of triggered during an interview for a Masters programme in University of Malaya recently. The interviewer mentioned on how I talk a lot (definitely true), unsure if that was a compliment or not.. then she asked if I write too? I muted for a few seconds, knowing the last few passages I've probably written was a long ass Instagram caption or that heritage report I wrote during degree which was exactly a year ago. I confidently answered, 'I don't have any thesis or any published articles. But, I blog!' I was gobsmacked by the words that came out from my own mouth. I mean, how can you just say 'I blog' during an interview for a Masters programme.. Is that even considered as something that's acceptable in the world of academia. However, she was absolutely amused and started asking questions on my blog, what I blog about and when was the last time I blogged etc, etc. And I surprisingly got the offer!

So, that was when I was like okay.. my blog posts are actually something relevant to the real world. It was once a medium to let me 'spill' my thoughts and feelings. Hence, the title 'Her Spills' on my header. But I realised it's not only that, it was a part of my childhood and memories that I wanted to share, which I want to bring to life again. 

I guess, I'm back!